Eric didn't mean to shut up, and continued: "Pierre is very selective in the use of guns, and Varner's army is only equipped with Galil sniper rifles. Pierre disdains the use of such guns. He thinks
That's not what snipers use at all." Seeing these words attracted Zhou Jiping, Eric was also very happy now. Only in this way can he reflect his status and importance, let alone help Zhou Jiping get rid of
Pierre is also a guarantee for his safety. He doesn't want to face Welf or Pierre alone.
"Also, Pierre likes his gun very much and won't let anyone touch his gun. Last time, a hyena tried to imitate his gun, but Pierre lifted the butt of the gun and broke its jaw. It's amazing here in East Africa.
Without a good surgeon, infection and malnutrition, the guy died miserably." Eric continued to observe the battlefield situation, as if talking to himself.
Zhou Jiping heard what he said, but did not make any expression. Not long after, François and the others were brought over.
Larson looked down upon these natives very much, thinking that they were a group of uncivilized savages. Looking at their ragged appearance, he knew that they were still in primitive society. But there was nothing he could do. Who let Varner's stormtroopers
We're not strong enough! We fought most of the night last night, and nearly half were killed or injured, but we got nothing. Now we are still pinned down in the woods by the opponent and unable to move...
While thinking this, Larson waved the small white flag in his hand in boredom, his face naturally showing an expression of disgust towards the indigenous people.
Bang! The little white flag suddenly flew out of Larson's hand. Larson's fingers froze, and then a burning pain was transmitted along his nerves to his brain - Larson was stunned.
When he was waving the small white flag just now, someone shot and broke the small flagpole in his hand.
The sound of gunfire from close range shocked everyone, but in a blink of an eye, everyone was relieved. The shooter was Zhou Jiping!
Larson's arrogant expression made Zhou Jiping feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart. This kind of person must scare him, otherwise he will not know how to restrain himself.
Larson was indeed honest. Francois, who came with him, looked like he had seen the world. He just glanced at the broken wooden stick in Larson's hand and looked at him as if nothing happened.
Turning to Zhou Jiping, he nodded slightly.
Zhou Ji stared at the two people calmly without saying a word. He had nothing to say. He wanted to see what the two people would do.
"Dear Chief, I think there must be some misunderstanding between us. We are here to show you our sincerity. We have no intention of being an enemy to you. It's just that you killed two of our people. We have no choice but to...
"Francois spoke in a reasonable and measured manner, and seemed to be quite proficient in diplomatic rhetoric. However, these words sounded like they had been rehearsed many times.
"Hmph!" Zhou Jiping interrupted Francois's statement with a cold snort, "Welf, arms dealer... hyena, Varner, stormtrooper... with these things, rockets, grenades, Deshka
, two-way intercom—come hunting?”
On the ground were piles of things that the soldiers of the field platoon had collected from the burned battlefield. Zhou Jiping looked at these things, and word after word came out of his mouth, a chilling air deliberately released, if
condensed around him vaguely
Facts speak louder than words - Francois then realized that he couldn't go on with the words he had made up in advance. He couldn't explain these problems clearly.
Neither party continued to speak, and they remained in a stalemate in silence for a while.
"Tell me, what do you want to do? How do you want to solve the problem? You are definitely not here to see an old friend, right?" Zhou Jiping pointed at the two men and one woman who had surrendered.
François's silence answered him
"Okay, what I want to say is that things are already like this. If the fight continues, it will not be good for anyone." Francois suddenly jumped out of the conversation, "I suggest everyone end it peacefully."
Ha! You're so happy! Zhou Jiping felt that Francois had changed too quickly. "How can we end it peacefully? Let's talk about it."
"If we continue to fight like this, it will not be good for anyone. We will suffer heavy casualties. How about we withdraw together?" Francois extended his olive branch.
"Casualties? Is it your casualties? Or our casualties? What else can you do now? We can suppress you in the woods and deal with it slowly." Zhou Jiping didn't want his opponents to take advantage.
"Don't say that, dear chief! You can suppress us during the day, but not necessarily at night. Although your ability to fight at night is stronger than ours, Deshka is still in our hands now. Fighting at night will not be beneficial to everyone.
Well, what’s more, your supplies are running low? I suggest the Chief give up this stage of the operation.” Francois is telling the truth.
Zhou Jiping also knows this very well. High-intensity fighting consumes the most physical and mental energy. By now, the people in the field platoon are already very tired. Zhou Jiping also feels a little unable to hold on. If he continues, the consequences will be really disastrous.
Anticipate
"Say something specific." Zhou Jiping acquiesced to Francois' suggestion.
"Oh - both sides will withdraw their troops together and no longer be hostile. Please allow us to drive away the two cars at the foot of the mountain. The four-wheeled motorcycle will be given to you." Francois obviously came prepared. These words should have been prepared a long time ago.
OK
"That's all?" Zhou Jiping stared at Francois with disdain.